[size=8]{ okay. so, the plot is for a tomcat to appear after watching my character murder someone else. he is excited ; he's in love and suddenly thirsty for blood. my shecat, kosho, is slightly insane and very bloodthirsty. she falls in love with him and they live happily ever after. other cats cats can join, too, shecat or tomcat ; i don't mind c: but kosho will not be in love with other shes. that's just gross. the plot sound good? okay, let's roleplay. c; }
A small, lithe figure stared at her opponent with cold grey eyes dull with a pointless loathe. Unsheathing her pretty little needles -- what an odd crimson color they were -- she lashed out with an deadly accuracy, laced with killer force for such a small cat. The killer, a small, bendy light cream shecat with gray eyes, was Kosho -- and she loved to kill.
I repeat, loved to rake her claws down those pathetic felines' bellies.
But she wouldn't be doing that, raking her claws down their bellies -- QuikKill, she called it as her trademark move. She'd be ripping out it's spine.
She'd never down this before.
She wanted to see if she would succeed.
An freaky grin snapped on her face as she dug her knives through muscle and flesh. Kosho tugged hard with an unnatural strength for someone her size. Abruptly, with a deafening pop! and a creaking snap! the spine was torn out of the body. It was long, bony, and very likely bloody, nerves sticking out like little strings on a broken guitar. Kosho giggled quietly, dropping the spine on the ground and watched the dying cat for entertainment while she decorated herself with her freakish prize. The feline wheezed, the feline gasped, the feline took it's last stupid breath.
When she was done decorating herself, Kosho looked beautiful in a very scary way.
She had pierced her ears with some of the spinal bones and made earrings.
She had reinforced her claws with sharp, hooked bone.
She was deadly. She was harmless. She was guilty. She was innocent. She was ugly. She was beautiful.
She. Was. Kosho.